Name: Sameaul Mckearny Age: 85 Sex: Male Profession: Retired Location: Gamma Guild West Side Affiliations: Independent Disposition: Passive, Quiet, Reflective, Polite
Description
Sameaul’s parents used to live in this old home in the West side of Gamma Town. However when the Government came to ask them why they didn't go to war even after they had received their recruitment letter in the mail his home life changed pretty fast. They tried to mention that Sameaul would be alone but the men in dark green baggy outfits didn't didn't care all too much.
With his parents whisked away never to be seen again, the house grew quiet. In time, the neighbors began to become less frequent as more armored recruitment vehicles rolled down the quaint suburban asphalt. So Sameaul was alone for quite a long time, and he soon ran out of cereal as well as peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Sameaul loved to fish and so he took to the streams and soon to the lake, catching all sorts of wonderfully large fish, keeping him well fed.
The town slowly fell around him, until one day that missile that fell through the school’s roof sparked a new influx of neighbors and townsfolk. The town boomed like a gold rush and in no time at all the streets had a bit of life again.
Regardless, Sameaul stays to himself, he mainly likes to walk along the shore. He never joined the guild and never agreed with the divergent tribes. Sameaul is now over 85 and he simply exists by himself, trimming the hedges, fishing in the lake, cooking over his stove stuffed with hedge clippings and birch bark. Sameaul wouldn't change a thing.
Age: 85
Sex: Male
Profession: Retired
Location: Gamma Guild West Side
Affiliations: Independent
Disposition: Passive, Quiet, Reflective, Polite
Description
Sameaul’s parents used to live in this old home in the West side of Gamma Town. However when the Government came to ask them why they didn't go to war even after they had received their recruitment letter in the mail his home life changed pretty fast. They tried to mention that Sameaul would be alone but the men in dark green baggy outfits didn't didn't care all too much.
With his parents whisked away never to be seen again, the house grew quiet. In time, the neighbors began to become less frequent as more armored recruitment vehicles rolled down the quaint suburban asphalt. So Sameaul was alone for quite a long time, and he soon ran out of cereal as well as peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Sameaul loved to fish and so he took to the streams and soon to the lake, catching all sorts of wonderfully large fish, keeping him well fed.
The town slowly fell around him, until one day that missile that fell through the school’s roof sparked a new influx of neighbors and townsfolk. The town boomed like a gold rush and in no time at all the streets had a bit of life again.
Regardless, Sameaul stays to himself, he mainly likes to walk along the shore. He never joined the guild and never agreed with the divergent tribes. Sameaul is now over 85 and he simply exists by himself, trimming the hedges, fishing in the lake, cooking over his stove stuffed with hedge clippings and birch bark. Sameaul wouldn't change a thing.